Grandmia's Perfect Russian Princess

Chapter 18: One Month Left

Grandmia

 Only a month till the wedding and I was starting to get tired of looking at colour schemes, in my opinion it was a waste of precious time. I look over at Charley and sigh, she was a pretty girl but when she frowned her forehead creased horribly, girls like her should never worry.

Annae sure could pick her friends, all these girls where different to each other. Eva is the popular one, Kelsey is the fighter and Charley is the worrier. Quite a bunch, but then there is my Annae the freak she called herself. She wasn't a freak, she was just different.

This is my opinion of the girls;

Eva- She was the one who cared most about her image, she looked perfect and her manners are impeccable. I know it sounds mean to say she cared more for her image, but she does, she cares more about it than the other girls do. She was also a big hit with all the boys, they loved her. She is the one who would do anything for the others, she would help however she could.

Kelsey- Now this one was harder to put into a category, because she looked sweet and innocent on the outside, but when it came to protecting her friends she would snap out into a furious rage. She obviously cared deeply for my Annae and the other girls, she is the fighter. The mother of the group I would call her, she watches over them and if something goes wrong she sorts it out.

Charley- She is the worrier; she worries about everyone and cares more for others safety than her own. But she looks like she would often worry too much and this would result in something bad happening to herself. She is also the baby of the group, the youngest. This doesn't mean she acts like a child, but she doesn't like to be alone.

Then there is my dear Annae- The freak so she calls herself, Annae is more the mastermind of the group. She keeps to herself and much like Eva looks out for the others. She was never good at making friends and when she did they were always special in some way. She never befriended someone who was shallow and cared more about herself or himself. Even when she was a child she never made any friends, only imaginary ones.

Charley waves a hand in front of my face and smiles brightly at me, the frown gone from her forehead. She points to the crumpled up piece of paper and takes it out of my hands, then she smooths it out on the table and highlights some words.

"I think we should either go for a Vera Wang or try getting one made for her." Charley says excitedly, not looking up from the paper in her hands.

"Hmmm, let's go for Vera Wang, she won't like one being custom made for her." I reply, Charley is a huge help to me. She came and told me she wanted to help get ready for the wedding and I needed the help. Wedding planning was not my thing and I hated it, Eva was also helping, she was out looking at flowers with Cameron and Jack. "Charlotte?" I say.

Charley looks up and gives me a small smile. "Yes, ma'am?" She was obviously surprised at me using her actual name, I just hated nicknames. I even hated the name Grandmia, but Lasoka and Annae refused to stop calling me it. I only call Jan and Hannah, Lasoka and Annae because I feel like that's the names they should have been called.

"How do you feel about opening a business?" I ask curiously, her expression turns neutral and she stares at me, mouth open. "Close your mouth, its unladylike. I was just thinking, you should open your own wedding planning business."

"I...I'm too young, ma'am and I don't have the money."

I wave her comment off and put a finger under her chin, closing her slackened jaw. "I will lend you the money, of course I would want you to go into business with Annae. She might not like the idea, but it's the best I can do. I can start this business and hand it to you once you have finished university. All you need is a business studies GCSE and A-level."

"I...I don't know what to say." She stares at me with widened green eyes.

"Say yes, you will also cater to birthdays, funerals and parties." I explain, she jumps out of her seat and hugs me. She realises her mistake and sits down, apologising and blushing at the same time, I smile at her and pat her hand. "It is okay child, I don't get a lot of affection. Annae is very reserved with that."

This girl had a good head on her shoulders and could go far in the planning business, it was just the case of Annae saying yes as well.

Annae

I sing "How Will I know" by Whitney Houston at the top of my lungs, whilst dancing at the same time, moving around the huge dining room with Jen and Amanda. Jen and Amanda are singing with me as well, but my heart is beating so loudly it is blocking out every other noise. We needed to practise for Grandmia's party, she had a lot of them and we were to sing at this one. It was like a bridal shower for me and a bachelor party for Jack, all rolled into one.

I stop and stare at Jack and Kellan standing in the doorway, we all stop dancing and glare at them. They smile smugly and enter the room, walking past the tables and chairs pushed against the walls and Miss. Baptist standing in the middle of the room. My eyes meet Kellan's and we stare at each other, seemingly under a spell.

"Annae? Why did you stop?" My head snaps up and I blush at being caught, I look at Mrs. Baptist and smile. She walks over to me and stops in front of me. "Why don't we try your solo?" She asks, staring at her son and the bridegroom with a frown creasing her brow.

"I don't see how this song is relevant to the wedding." I try to reason to her, I hated the song she wanted me to sing. I hated it because it reminded me of the things I could never have and it always made Jen cry.

"It will make your Grandmia happy, she loves this song." She hands me a sheet with the lyrics on and sits down, Amanda and Jen sit beside her.

I glance at the two intruders and point to them. "Do they have to be here?" I hiss.

"Don't be rude and it will help, there will be more people there and you will sing in front of them anyway." She explains in an irritated voice.

Not wanting to make her any angrier I start singing, closing my eyes and trying to forget Kellan Baptist was even here.

I sing "Dance with my Father again."

After I have completed the song, I glare at an opened mouthed Kellan and look to Jen, only to see tears roll down her cheeks. This is why I hated the goddamned song, I quickly walk over to Jen and pull her into a hug.

God I hated Kellan Baptist!